Green and Gold
by tempestx
Summary: "Tori's not that bad, for a Slytherin." Ron said. Harry looked across the Great Hall to see her debating something with Malfoy. There was something about her... she was so familiar. Harry Potter/OC
1. Chapter 1 )Toriana Chevalier

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_31 October, 1981_

They had him surrounded.

Sirius Black.

Cocking her head to the side, as one of her fellow Aurors cast a pair of silver handcuffs around his wrists, Thia realised that this had been easy.

Too easy.

She'd been expecting the man to at least put up a fight.

The sound of a child's wails caused Thia to lower her wand.

"What are you doing?" Chase hissed from beside her.

She glared at him, before turning to the murderer kneeling on the floor before her. "Is the child yours?"

He nodded, a defeated expression on his face.

She remembered Sirius Black...

How could she not?

He had gone to school with her, after all. She was only a year or so older.

It was hard to understand that someone whose jokes she had once laughed at along with her peers was now a murder. And on first glance, she wouldn't even have guessed. He looked lost.

Lost, and yet there was an anger inside of him that didn't seem to be directed at them.

If she did not know better, she would say he was innocent.

"What child?" an older Auror asked.

"If you all would stop spouting insults at him and listen-" she snapped, and everyone was silent immediately. The sound of a baby's cries echoed through the house.

And they all remained quiet longer than was necessary, nobody wanting to ask the question.

There was a baby in that house.

What did they do with it?

"You two, go find the child. Take it back to Chase's office and wait there. _You_ two," she said, looking at the two most violent of her Aurors, "Check the house for any unwanted guests, and try to delay the media. We don't need them in the way when we depart. And please, for the love of Merlin do _not_ speak to Rita Skeeter this time!"

They all nodded their heads, some rather sheepishly, before dispersing from the room.

It was now only herself, Black and Chase.

Thia knelt down in front of Black, ignoring Chase's protests.

And she stared intently into a pair of grey eyes.

"I remember you. You and your friends." she told him, loud enough for he and he alone to hear her. "Prefect's worse nightmare, you were. I remember how you used to make those pathetic excuses when I caught you hexing that Slytherin... Severus, I think." she examined his expression. "Yes. Severus Snape... You would spurt nonsense, of course, about how you were merely defending yourself. But I could see it, in your face. The guilt... The lie."

She paused, choosing her words carefully. "And then, one day, I caught you again. Only, this time, when you were telling me rather adamantly that it wasn't your fault, and that he had initiated the violence... There was no guilt. No lie."

And then, when he looked at her for the first time, eyes shining with hope, she whispered. "Like now. There is no guilt now. No lie... It wasn't you. Was it? You are no murderer."

Slowly, he shook his head. "No."

She leaned backwards slightly. "You know I can do nothing to save you. The Minister, he... Well, you know how these things work." she chuckled bitterly. "Pride and such. They need someone to blame."

He nodded his head in understanding.

"But your child- it is _yours_, isn't it?"

He nodded, "Toriana. Her name is Toriana."

"Where is her mother?"

"Dead."

Thia nodded slowly, before standing and motioning for Black to do the same.

Chase still had his reddish wand trained on the prisoner.

"We're going to take you outside, and from there, you will be transported to Azkaban." Thia told him informatively. "And then," she added, "I am going to go home with my husband, and Toriana will come with us."

"Toriana?" Chase asked. "Who's Toriana?"

"My daughter." Black spoke, looking between the two aurors as they communicated silently.

"No, Thia." Chase said adamantly.

"You're not changing my mind." she told her husband.

"There must be another relative."

"Non that will take her!" Thia said, her voice raised. She then took a deep breath to calm herself. "His family label him a blood traitor-" she pointed to Black, "they won't even view her as family."

Chase ran a hand through his hair. He didn't think he was ready. He wanted to be a parent, but would he be able to take care of another life?

"We'll talk about this later." he said, deciding that now was not the time.

"Oh, I'm taking care of that baby either way." his wife said. "With _or_ without you, Chase, but…"

_Don't make me do this without you._ The words were not spoken, but Chase understood them just as though they had been.

She then turned to Black, whose eyes were shining with the thank you he would never be able to express.

"I'm sorry I have to do this." she said, before walking out of the room, followed shortly by Sirius Black who currently had a reddish wand pressed into his back.

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_Forty minutes later_

Thia Chevalier sat in her office at the Ministry of Magic, her legs propped up on her desk, barely containing her disgust at the man sat opposite her on the other side of the desk.

The Minister looked quite astonished by her lazy posture. Thia was not one to slouch.

_Especially_ not in front of her boss.

"So, Azkaban, then?"

"Yes." Fudge said, before clearing his throat. "In one of our highest security cells."

"I'm sure he'll feel right at home."

"Congratulations, Mrs Chevalier, for your valiant efforts this evening. You will be rewarded." he said, changing the subject, before standing and turning to exit the room.

"What of the daughter?" she blurted.

"What daughter?"

"You _know_ what daughter."

Fudge turned around to face her, something glinting in his eye. Something that seemed to be daring her to question his authority. "The child will be taken to a Muggle orphanage." he said with finality.

"I wish for no reward, Minister. Because I _deserve_ no reward for what I did this evening. I did my job. I followed orders, no _questions_ asked." she told him, unable to hide the bite in her voice. "However, I want to look after the daughter."

Whatever it was he had been expecting her to say, it certainly wasn't that. "I beg your pardon?"

"I want to raise her. She deserves the proper upbringing, in a loving, _safe_ environment and I believe that I can provide that for her." Thia explained with utmost confidence. "We wouldn't want her to become like her father, now, would we?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No." Cornelius replied, and it took all Thia's effort not to show her grin. She'd got him there. "No, we would not."

The Minister seemed as though he was contemplating this. "What does your husband say?"

"He agrees." a voice said.

Thia beamed at her husband as the Minister spun around to see Chase smiling down at a small bundle in his arms.

"We will take care of her," Thia said as Fudge turned around again to face her. "We'll raise her as our own, give her our last name."

"Don't need people knowing who her father was and judging her as a murderer's daughter." Chase added.

Cornelius Fudge watched as Charles went to stand next to his wife. "No one can know." he told them. "Black never had a child. Speak to your orders, alter their memories if you must."

They nodded.

"Very well. This is the last I wish to hear about it." the Minister said before leaving.

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_Almost ten years later_

The cemetery was empty. It was so early in the morning that this was unsurprising.

So when two individuals appeared suddenly, as though out of thin air, with a loud 'POP', it was quite a strange sight.

Not that there was anyone there to witness it.

But if there had been someone there, they would have seen a small girl of eleven years.

She, unlike the man she stood beside, had a look of aristocracy about her. Her wavy dark caramel hair was tied into a high pony tail. Her grey eyes were large and longing.

Clutching onto her father's hand, Toriana looked upon her mother's grave.

Thia Chevalier.

It had been almost ten years. Her father said she'd barely been one when it had happened.

Toriana's mother, like her father, was an Auror. Thia had been sent to catch several suspected death eaters. They'd put up a fight.

And, as it seemed, Death Eaters didn't much care for holding back.

She liked to think her mother died peacefully.

"Which house would she have wanted me to go in?" Toriana asked.

"Slytherin." Her Dad answered instantly, chuckling. "She would have accepted Ravenclaw."

"What about Gryffindor? You were in Gryffindor."

"Precisely." He answered, with a private smile for him and his wife.

Frowning, she pulled a small, plain and yet beautiful snowdrop flower from her pocket, and knelt down, placing it in front of her mother's gravestone.

"Take my hand," Chase Chevalier said. She did as told. "Goodbye, Thia." She heard her father whisper, and then she felt the still strange sensation of being squeezed through a tight tube.

With a 'Pop', she was standing outside of Kings Cross.

"Come on." Her father said. "There's a small café not far from here. Let's have a hot chocolate before you have to leave, alright?"

"Sure." She smiled.

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	2. Chapter 2 )SLYTHERIN!

Toriana tried to remain calm as she walked down the train, searching for a compartment.

She had a system.

1) Inhale, exhale, and repeat.

2) Do not think of what you are leaving behind, only of where you are headed.

3) Be calm and collected.

It was working quite well, because she found herself grinning with both excitement and apprehension. All thoughts of leaving her father were pushed aside as she slid open the doors to a compartment to find that it wasn't as empty as she'd thought.

There was a boy inside with dark hair whom had just been looking out of the window. Toriana had to admit that she was indeed glad that he was not older than her, as he appeared to be around her age. It wasn't as though students in higher years would intimidate her, it was more to do with the fact that she was keen to make at least one acquaintance on her first day, just as her father had told her to do.

The boy looked up at her, an indifferent expression on her face. If you could even call it an expression, that is.

"Is anyone sitting here?" she asked politely. That was another thing her father had reminded her of, her manners.

He shook his head, so she sat down, and decided to fill the silence with her voice, seeing as it appeared the boy had no intention of introducing himself to her.

"I'm Toriana Chevalier, but most people just call me Tori."

"I'm Blaise Zabini." the boy replied. "But most people just call me Blaise."

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_Almost ten years earlier_

_Thia Chevalier was sat in the large, dark room, at the head of the table. Seated with her were the group of Aurors she was in charge of._

_"We go and Apparate into the mansion, we grab them, and then we're out before anyone can blink an eye. Simple." Hawkes Hawlish spoke whilst making expository gestures with his hands._

_They had successfully managed to track down and arrest several death eaters within the last few months, but it wasn't enough. Thia was simply not content with this. She didn't want a few of them in Azkaban, nor even did she want most of them to pay for their crimes in prison. She wanted them all to pay._

_Every._

_Last._

_One._

_"Apparition? Are you mad?!" Jacob Hunter yelled. "You don't just Apparate into the Lestrange mansion, it's not possible! You think they won't have protected their house from intruders?"_

_"We have to be smarter than that." Michael Walker agreed._

_Thia, remaining silent, looked at the empty seats around the long table. The table of her colleagues had once been full, she remembered, and two empty seats in particular seemed so odd, so out of place, so... Lonely. Frank and Alice Longbottom were still in St Mungo's receiving treatment._

_And that was all that Thia had been told._

_"Perhaps we should consult Alastor?" John Dawlish suggested._

_A pair of narrowed eyes snapped in the direction of the Auror. Thia glared at him._

_John Dawlish. Intelligent, sneaky, power hungry... _

_"Do you question my capability, or my judgement, Dawlish?" Thia asked, before gesturing around the table at her colleages, "Or, perhaps, theirs?"_

_All was silent._

_"I just think that Moody usually knows what to do, so maybe now he will-"_

_"Rufus Scrimgeour, _Head Auror_, placed me in charge of the Lestranges. Me. _Not_ Alastor. If you have a problem with that, Dawlish, then there is the door... We are here, Ladies and Gentlemen, to protect people. And that is a difficult enough job in itself, but running to others for help is found no where in the job description. We encounter a problem, we find a solution. That is our occupation, that is what we are payed to do."_

_"What is the solution, then?" Dawlish questioned, catching her eye._

_She kept his gaze and held it until he looked down from her steely eyes. _

_"Does anyone have any suggestions?" she asked the quiet room, and clenched her fists when Hawkes Hawlish waved his hand in the air like an impatient child. "_Apart_ from Hawlish?"_

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The two first years sat in silence for a short time, though what must have been a mere three minutes felt like sixty to Toriana. She supposed the silence was better, as there was much for her to think about before arriving at Hogwarts.

But there was more time to kill, and over the short eleven years of her life she had discovered that time dragged on longer when it was quiet.

The train had already set off, and Toriana was bored. Blaise wasn't exactly much company, and there was something oddly unnerving about him that she couldn't quite place.

She found herself thanking Merlin when the compartment doors slid open to reveal a boy with platinum coloured hair, and eyes that were similar in colour to Toriana's. There were two rather large boys stood behind him, reminding her of bodyguards.

He looked at Blaise first, and held out a hand. "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy." he said, as though his name alone would earn him Blaise's praise.

Apparently he was mistaken.

Something in Blaise's expression changed, and he narrowed his eyes just a fraction. "Blaise Zabini." he said shortly, shaking his hand quickly. Toriana delighted in the 'O' that Draco's mouth formed when Blaise turned away from him to look out of the window, effectively dismissing him,

Clearing his throat and looking at her for the first time, he held out his hand once more. "Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe and Goyle." He said, gesturing to the two bodyguards flanking him.

"Toriana Chevalier." she replied, deciding to shake his hand.

"Chevalier? Pureblood, I presume?"

"Yes." she replied.

"Good." he said, with a nod of his head.

She pursed her lips together. So Draco was one of _those_ purebloods, then. She hummed thoughtfully, and looked at Blaise who had not stopped staring out of the window.

"Have you heard that Harry Potter is on the train?" Draco asked.

This seemed to catch Blaise's attention. "Harry _Potter_?"

"Yes, well, apparently he is. You haven't seen him, have you?" When she shook her head, Draco's shoulders sagged slightly. "Well, _I'm_ going to go and look for him."

"Why?" Toriana asked.

"What do you mean, _why_? It's Harry Potter! He defeated You Know Who! Perhaps I could form an alliance with him." Draco said thoughtfully. "He's obviously going to be Slytherin, anyway, he has to be if he's _that_ powerful."

Toriana just shook her head as Draco and his bodyguards exited the compartment, leaving her alone with Blaise.

She decided to end the silence once more.

"Do you share his beliefs about blood statuses?"

"It makes no difference to me." he replied. "Does it make a difference to you?"

She shook her head, and was pleasantly surprised to see the small smile that appeared on his face. Perhaps Blaise Zabini was not so bad after all.

Be that as it may, Toriana required entertainment. And she knew precisely the place to find it.

She excused herself, receiving no other signal that Blaise had heard her other than a grunt of acknowledgement, before she left the compartment and meandered down the train leisurely, taking her time, until she glanced a mop of red hair out of the corner of her eye. She looked through the glass of a compartment door for the briefest of moments before sliding it open to see Ronald Weasley pulling a rather disgusted expression as he held a nibbled green jelly bean.

"Bleaaargh- see? Sprouts."

"Vegetables are good for you, Ronald." she pointed out.

The boy noticed her for the first time and sighed. "Why do you have to call me that?" he asked, ears pink.

"It was the name your mother gave you," she explained, "I call you it out of respect to her. And besides," she shrugged, "it annoys you."

"Harry, this is Toriana. She's a family friend." he said, before grinning. "Tori, this is Harry! My new friend. Harry _Potter_."

Sending Ron an irritated look, not liking how he was practically showing Harry off like a trophy, Harry then turned to Toriana who didn't look as awe struck as Ron had upon finding his true identity. In fact, she seemed quite nonchalant.

"Nice to meet you." she said. She then turned back to Ron. "Anyway, I just popped in to say hi and I was wondering if you'd seen the twins?"

"Mum said they have to stay away from you because she doesn't want them encouraging any bad behaviour."

Toriana frowned. "I don't see the problem with pranks as long as I don't get caught, Ronald." Ron just shrugged. "Anyway," she continued, "There's a boy called Draco Malfoy looking for you, Harry. I'd steer clear if I was you. He's one of _those_ purebloods."

"Er, thanks." Harry said.

And after a quick farewell to them both, she turned to find her way back to her compartment. Unfortunately, she did not bump into the twins on the way. She sat back down in her compartment with Blaise and sighed. He was reading, a small pile of books next to him.

"Could I borrow one of those?" she asked.

Eyes never once leaving the page, he nodded mutely. She plucked a book from the pile.

_The Tales of Beedle the Bard_ was the title.

Toriana frowned to herself. She hadn't thought that Blaise would read such childish tales, but as she opened the book there were no tales of wizards, hopping pots, hairy hearts or even cackling stumps. But rather there were pages upon pages of information on defensive and offensive spells and how to use them to one's advantage.

She glanced up at the boy opposite her, and saw the hunger in his eyes as he soaked up the words from his own book.

Curious.

Toriana found herself oddly intrigued. She was frightened that this boy was perhaps a sociopath in the making, but intrigued nontheless. He'd actually thought to hide a book within the cover and spine of another. Ingenious.

The trolley had came and went by the time that Draco, Crabbe and Goyle arrived back in the compartment. Observing the three boys, she noticed that none of them looked to be in the high spirits that they had left half an hour ago in.

"I take it you found him, then." Blaise spoke, twirling a liquorice wand between his forefinger and thumb.

"Yes." Draco frowned, sitting down next to the other boy. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to linger for a while, not sure where they would sit, until Draco got snapped at them, ordering them to stop acting foolish and take a seat. So they did, both of them beside Toriana, who hugged her small mountain of chocolate frogs and Every Flavour Beans to her chest protectively as Goyle eyed the sweets hungrily.

It seemed to dawn on Draco that neither Blaise nor Toriana were going to enquire further, so he decided to reveal his run-in with the Boy Who Lived anyway.

Toriana could honestly say that she had never heard a more ridiculous story in her life.

* * *

After exiting her compartment and the train itself, Toriana had shared a boat with Blaise, Draco and a boy called Theodore who kept staring at everyone whilst the other children in the boats were preoccupied gasping at the magnificent view of Hogwarts castle.

All the while, Draco kept on talking about how the castle was nothing in comparison with his family home. Toriana would just nod her head as though she actually believed the shameless lies he was spouting.

Currently, Toriana was looking at the high ceiling of the chamber herself and the other first years were occupying as Professor McGonagall gave them a speech which, in hindsight, she probably should have been paying attention to.

"...while you are waiting." the Professor spoke. "I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."

And then the witch left the students, whom all seemed to be fretting over something that McGonagall had said.

"What's going on?" Toriana asked nobody in particular.

"Weren't you listening?" a girl standing near her asked.

"No." Toriana replied, frowning at the bushy haired brunette.

"Well," the girl started, "Don't you think you ought to have been listening? You should always listen to teachers because, you never know what you could learn."

"Right." Toriana said.

"I'm Hermione Granger, by the way."

"Toriana Chevalier." Toriana replied.

"What house do you want to be in? I've heard they use some sort of test to sort us. Most likely a quiz about how knowledgeable we all are about magic. I've memorised all the books, of course. I suppose it's necessary, isn't it?"

"It is?" Toriana asked, paling slightly. Her father hadn't mentioned anything about that...

And just like that, the uncomfortable feeling of jittery nerves returned to Toriana's stomach. Oh dear. She hadn't even read through her school books yet.

"But was it mandatory for us to learn them off by heart?" she questioned.

"Well, no," Hermione Granger replied, "But I always like to be prepared. You know, you really should have learnt them."

Toriana glared at the snooty girl next to her, and was about to make an irate comment when someone yelled, "What the-?!"

Several people screamed.

Everyone gasped as Toriana's eyes widened. Around twenty pearly transparent people had just glided through the back wall.

"Ghosts." Toriana whispered.

"I've read all about them, of course." Hermione said.

"I'm sure that you have." Toriana replied dispassionately as she watched the ghosts with an awe stricken expression.

"Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-" a short monk ghost was saying.

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves?" A ruff and tights wearing ghost asked. "He gives us all a bad name you know, he's not really even a ghost- I say, what are you all doing here?" the ghost asked upon noticing the students for the first time.

"New students!" the Friar said, smiling. "About to be sorted, I suppose?" he asked, and several people nodded, unable to speak. "Hope to see you in Hufflepuff! My old house, you know."

"Move along now," a sharp voice spoke. Professor McGonagall had returned. "The Sorting Ceremony is about to start."

One by one the ghosts disappeared through another wall.

"Now, form a line," McGonagall said. Toriana looked around nervously and her eyes caught a pair of emerald, equally nervous looking ones. She smiled slightly at Harry, who also attempted to form a smile, but the two of them couldn't seem to calm down their nerves. "And follow me."

Toriana ended up walking behind some boy and just infront of Hermione. The first years followed McGonagall out of the chamber, back across the hall and through a large pair of double doors. They had entered the Great Hall.

Toriana's breath hitched at the sheer magnitude of it's incredibility.

It was lit by thousands of floating candles floating mid-air above four incredibly long tables where all of the students were situated. The tables were adorned with golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was a fifth long table, vertical to the four tables, where all of the teachers were sat.

Professor McGonagall led the first years so that they were standing in a line facing the other students, the teachers behind them. Toriana saw that the ghosts were scattered around between the hundreds of students before her.

Toriana bit her lip, uncomfortable with all the eyes currently staring at herself and the other first years, so she looked down at the floor and then up at the ceiling. Her eyes widened as she noticed that it didn't look like a ceiling at all. In fact, it looked like the night sky.

"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside." Hermione explained in a rather loud whisper. "I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."

Toriana's eyes snapped back down as Professor McGonagall placed a stool infront of the first years. She then put what looked like an old pointed hat on top of the stool.

Several moments later, Toriana noticed that a rip near the brim of the hat opened wide like a mouth.

The hat began to sing. Once the hat was finished, the Great Hall burst into loud applause. Toriana watched as the hat bowed to all four tables before becoming still once more.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward holding a scroll of parchment. "When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted... Abbott, Hannah!"

Toriana wrung her hands together nervously as Hannah Abbott stumbled out of the line to be sorted. Moments after she'd put on the hat, which had fallen over the poor girl's eyes, the hat had shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The table on the right cheered as Hannah went down to sit at the Hufflepuff table.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Toriana really hoped that she was in Gryffindor, like her parents.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Bullstrode, Millicent!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Chevalier, Toriana!"

Toriana had been so preoccupied cataloguing precisely which houses her peers were being placed in in her mind that she hardly noticed when her own name was called.

But, thankfully, some distant part of her brain had registered her name, and she slowly walked towards the stool and sat down, having only several moments to worry about which house the hat might place her in before the hat was placed upon her head.

But she scarcely noticed the Sorting Hat being put on her head either. That is, until she heard a voice in her head.

"...Onerous." a voice said in her head. "My, my..."

She fought the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation. Honestly, couldn't the hat just hurry up? It was pretty rude to go through someone's mind in the first place, the hat could at least have the decency to hurry.

"Patience is a virtue, Miss _Chevalier_," the hat said. Something about the way the hat spoke her name irked her. "Hmm... Plenty of talent, yes. Intelligence, quick witted... However, your impatience rules you out of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, I'm afraid. Let's see, loyalty, bravery, courage," Toriana felt her spine straighten involuntarily at the mention of the key Gryffindor traits. "However, you also possess a certain... Determination to succeed."

_No_, Toriana thought, not at all liking where this was going.

"Better be... SLYTHERIN!"

Toriana was numb when the hat was removed from her head and she stood up from her chair. As she made her way to the Slytherin table, which was cheering, she didn't miss the outraged faces of the Weasleys. Or the confused one of Harry, or even the disappointed one of Hermione.

Harry turned to Ron, who was somewhere between stunned and scandalised. "I thought you said Slytherin was a bad house."

"It is." Ron answered stiffly, looking suspiciously at Toriana. Actually, Harry thought, He looks more conspiratorial.

Harry frowned. Tori hadn't seemed that bad to him. Perhaps Ron was wrong about Slytherin.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!" McGonagall called.

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